Bang Boogie

Hand on the Bible, gotta hide though from the five-o

Shut your piehole, get your eyes stole

Ain't no industry devil ever getting my soul

I be the belligerent militant until I die, yo

Be like '88 Bobby smash tender Roni's

I'm a master at mastering ceremonies

Hit the bitch with the bad weave 'til she can't breathe

In the garden of Eden I'm Adam, pimpslap Eve

You should win an award for real when you’re rapping

Get a gold statue an Oscar for acting

Your ignorance limitless when you live in abyss

You looking like Cool J when he licking his lips

Lay in a bloody bath water when you're slitting your wrists

If it isn't a diss, bitch, then you get in ya ditch

I'll might put a bullet in the cop; bigot

White boy slam, dance mosh pit-ed

Rob your mama house to lock pick it

Lucked out if you thrown out; slit it

I'm the underdog Cinderella Man James Braddock

A pain addict, it ain't matter til your brain severed

I'll be kicking your dick untill your dick piss puss

I was given a gift like Kringle on Christmas

I'mma live my life, no consequences

Grab the barb wire, hop the fences

Indie rap fans, a lot are pretentious

Talk hip hop, but never got in the trenches

Bitch, ha

Bang, bang, boogie, the boogie, the beat